I.Title II. Series
ISBN-13: 978-0-7278-6866-4 (cased)
ISBN-13: 978-1-84751-223-9 (trade paper)
Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
A special thanks to Liz Nichols, Andrea Campbell and Don White
for helping me find answers to my questions on genetics, forensics and firearms.
The crisp taps of Pamela Godfrey’s heels on the concrete echoed through the garage. She clenched and unclenched her jaws, the clack of her teeth matching the rhythm of her shoes. She was not pleased with her day. He had no good reason to keep her waiting that long. He asked for that meeting. Then to cut her off because he had another appointment compounded his sin. The next time, she’d make him wait – if she showed at all. That lack of consideration on top of the mess she’d had to handle first thing in the morning. It was all just too much.
She pressed the lock release on her key chain. The responding beep made her flinch. She opened the door and stepped up into her Escalade. “Dammit,” she said as she spotted a piece of paper stuck between the wiper blade and the windshield. She didn’t care, let it fall where it may, she thought, as she reversed out of the parking slot quicker than she should. Shifting into drive, she hit the windshield wipers to dislodge the nuisance as she made the turns toward the exit.